Could I Make You Say My Name? (Forbidden Fruit, Pt. 3)

WORDS BY KAYE MICHELLE OF STROKE

PT. 1 /// PT. 2

Kyeina sighed and fought to regain her composure before attempting to answer the phone.

She was too late.

The call went to voicemail and she found herself scrambling to cut off the answering machine before she could actually talk to Vance. Once she finally heard his voice, Ky apologized and they lapsed into their general daily banter, even though she kept glancing towards the doorway to see if Jackson had indeed left for good.

She came out of the room and down the stairs, looking in the direction of the front door, all while yes-ing and no-ing Vance’s rapid-fire questions. As far as she could tell she was alone and Jackson had indeed left.

She walked to the kitchen, still only half listening to Vance's ramblings, to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

She was hot.

Too hot.

Touching her fingers to her bruised lip, she recalled the surge of excitement she felt in the pit of her stomach when Jackson sucked ever so sweetly on it; the tiny hint of his 5 o’clock shadow brushing up against that sweet spot where her lip and chin collide, leaving tiny hints of whisker burn that she soothed by rubbing the cold water bottle back and forth across her face. Followed by her neck and collarbone.

Retreating into the living room, Ky leaned against the barren living room wall and sighed deeply. Then, a shadow moving across the floor caused her to ease off the wall and ask Vance to hold on—even though she hadn't actually been listening—and glance in the general direction of the movement.

She gasped.

The phone and the water bottle in her hands clattered to the floor, Vance's deep voice streaming through the phone, asking if she was okay.

Ky didn’t reply.

There, on the opposite end of the living room stood Jackson. His hands were in the pockets of his charcoal gray slacks and the gold tie he wore earlier stuck out of his right pocket. His crisp white dress shirt lay open at the top, revealing his dark chocolate chest.

Although she couldn't really see his face in the dimly lit room, Ky could tell that his mood was stormy and his mouth set in a frown.

In the background was Vance’s frantic voice repeating her name.

"Kyeina… Kyeina… Pick up the phone off the floor."

Kyeina opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.

She thought Jackson had left. She figured it would be easier to just leave him a message, apologizing for her actions but reaffirming that they could not hook up ever again. Even though she secretly hoped that he would return, if only momentarily, she had never thought about what she would do if he did come back.

Or never left.

"Kyeina… Pick up… The phone."

She could hear Vance asking, demanding really, for her to answer.

Finally, Ky bent down to pick up the phone as Jackson walked towards her.

"Vance, I'm going to have to call you back,” she said, hurriedly. “I'm sorry."

As Jackson arrived and took over her space, he shook his head, backing Kyeina against the wall.

"You should really learn to follow directions," he grunted.

Jackson’s hands eased Ky’s skirt up, past her thighs and to her hips, reveal a purple ruffled thong that matched the color of her blouse. He looked Kyeina in her eyes and smiled at her arousal and confusion, before chuckling to himself at Vance's demands for an explanation still coming through the receiver.

Kyeina went to turn the phone off. She knew she was going to have some explaining to do later—much later—but right now it was time to hang up. Jackson took one hand off her waist and stopped her.

"Tell him what you're doing."

The command caught her off guard. Kyeina looked at him with her mouth agape. Unwavering, Jackson dropped down to his knees to lick and nibble her inner thigh. It was a gentle yet firm bite that aroused her. Ky’s eyes closed and the phone fell to the floor once more.

As Jackson twisted to a different angle, she felt his tongue trace up her thigh to kiss where her legs ended and her V began. In the midst of all this sensual gymnastics, he coyly picked up the phone and handed it back to her.

"Tell him... what you're doing," he said, with his mouth half full of her.

Kyeina shook her head vigorously, her mouth forming the words, “No.”

She gasped and moaned involuntarily, as Jackson moved the panel of fabric covering her Pandora's box aside and deftly found her clit to suck on. Grabbing her ample bottom, he pulled her closer so that his tongue could go to work. Lapping at the folds of her moist flesh, he devoured her juices over and over until Ky’s eyes rolled in the back of her head.

And as if she wasn't mindless with desire already, he removed one hand from her backside, and placed two firm fingers inside of her. Back and forth, his fingerprints danced across her G spot, causing her to moan again—both of them ignoring Vance's near screams for an explanation through the cast aside phone just inches away.

Lost in the pleasure of the moment, Ky never noticed when Jackson's pants came off and the condom came out. She desperately wanted to hang up the phone and stop Vance’s incessant pleas, but Jackson had her in his grasp and had no intention of letting her go.

Coming up for air from her treasure, he placed one hand on the wall next to her, and, using his free hand, lifted her left leg to his now naked hip and held it there.

As he poised to enter her, he whispered, "Still not following directions…”

Ky licked her lips.

Over and over.

She attempted to move in the direction of the phone to reach down to turn it off, yet she was unable to move.

Unable to breathe.

Unable to do anything.

Except curse as Jackson placed his girth inside her, filling her completely. Merging with her in slow, deliberate circles.

His hips…

Followed that same soft island whine from dance floor.

His lips…

Whispering against hers.

His stroke…

Moving in and out of her, leaving her mindless.

Yes.

This…

This is what she needed. So wrong but oh so right.

She was still unable to speak in complete sentences and all that she could utter was a emphatic, "Sh...shit... Damn… Muthafucka."

Jackson's stroke became more insistent as he placed himself deeper inside of her. The feeling drove him a bit mad himself, as he whispered on her lip, "Neither of those are my name. I want you to say my name and say it right this time."

The outrage from the phone came through loud and clear this time.

Jackson almost laughed aloud, but the anger in Vance’s voice only seemed to enhance his stroke. Ky gasped before submitting softly, "Jackson."

"Mmmm, say it again, baby, like you mean it..."

"Jackson..."

"I can't hear you,” he said, plunging himself deeper inside her. “Say it louder."

"Jackson!"

"Open your eyes and look at me, baby. Now, say it again."

"Jackson, oh, God, yes, Jackson."

"Better, Ky,” he said between thrusts. “You like this, don't you?"

"Ye...yes."

"You love this dick don't you?"

"Yessssss," Ky groaned. “Oh, God, yes.”

"Yes, who, baby?"

“Jackson, oh, God, Jackson… I… I’m cumming.”

“Cum for me, baby,” he grunted. “Who’s gonna make you cum?”

Her legs began to buckle. “Jackson…”

“Who’s making you cum, baby?”

“J.. J… Jackson… Oh, God, I’m cumming….”

Ky let out a guttural moan of ecstasy as her walls came tumbling down and the floodgates were opened once more.

By time her screams of joy had subsided all that was left was the sound of the dial tone eking through the phone on the floor, followed by a busy signal.

Clearly, Vance had heard enough.

And Jackson heard what he wanted.

His name.

PART. 4

Have you ever said someone’s name while having sex? If so, did it enhance the experience? Or do you feel like something like that only strokes someone’s ego? What would you do if you heard your partner having sex with someone else over the phone? Would it take you that long to hang up? Did you enjoy this Wet Wednesdays series?

Speak your piece…

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